"What are you doing here?" I ask but it comes out as a sob. I don't want him, or anyone for that matter, to see me like this. I'm a wreck. Wyatt doesn't seem to mind though.
He softly brushes the remaining tears from my face with his thumb. "I saw...
It's been a while but I wanted to add some aesthetics to this book so I hope you like them. Let me know which one is your favourite and what you think of them! Xx
(Also thanks so much for 750k reads! You guys are awesome)